The problem with having Vlad's sense of humor was that a lot of jokes went right over his head and he never even realized it. The plus side was that a lot of his own jokes completely failed to register with other people, and their ignorance was quite amusing. Still, he really didn't understand what Max found so funny. Did he have something to drink before they met up, perhaps?
He frowned slightly, not particularly thrilled about being called a 'sick, demented psycho fuck'. Yes, what he did was abhorrent, but plenty of other people participated in things that were downright sickening - the only difference was that he crossed the line between legal and illegal. It was a fine line, often coming with a lot of grey area. "Good to know you think so highly of me, and of yourself," he said, sarcasm evident in his tone. "Luckily what matters is what he appear to be, not what we are." He raised his eyebrows. "Are you my fashion consultant now? Should I bring you with me the next time I decide to update my wardrobe?"